Home for Christmas – a poem

An excelling beauty,
the hedgerows, snow-cloaked
beneath a sky that never ends,
exulting in all the hues of diamond.

Frost is a thing eternal:
in the effervescent air,
even time is frozen.

And I wonder how I ever left,
and when I shall come home.

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